Red Line Resurrection Chapter 69
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◎No one will dislike you.◎
The kiss didn’t last long.
Liang Ji’an was still unsatisfied, but Shen Lingjun kept hammering his shoulders to get him to let go of him, and the hammer made a banging sound, and Liang Ji’an finally had to let him breathe.
Shen Lingjun’s face was tilted to the side and he was gasping for air. He couldn’t breathe in the first place, not to mention that he had just cried so hard that his nose was completely blocked, as if there were stones stuck in it. He complained with a thick nasal voice: “You have glue on your mouth?”
Liang Jian twirled his slightly red and swollen lower lip with his thumb, and led him to the bathroom to wash his face.
An injury to one hand did not prevent him from serving Shen Lingjun. He gently twisted Shen Lingjun’s nose with a handkerchief and asked him to blow his nose. Shen Lingjun’s expression was horrified and hesitant, and he said in a low voice: “Don’t you find it disgusting?”
What responded to him was Liang Ji’an’s urging action.
Shen Lingjun had no choice but to close his eyes and blow it hard, then quickly took the handkerchief and threw it into the trash can, making a sound of disgust.
Liang Jian found it funny, “Why do you still dislike yourself?”
Shen Lingjun firmly refused his move to wash her face, “I’m so numb to you.”
After washing his face, he took out a bottle of facial cream from the cabinet and began to apply it. He rubbed it twice on his face and finally felt that his face was not so dry.
This habit was not developed in the Liang family. He cried too much when he was a child. In winter, his face would turn into a monkey’s butt from crying, which would become chapped when exposed to the cold wind. His mother would rub baby cream on him three times a day, and she would coax him, a child who could cry for ten minutes even if it was a big fart, to hold back his tears.
Shen Lingjun managed to get rid of his crying habit after living with his grandma.
Because not only was there no baby cream at her grandma’s house, there was no Vaseline either. Shen Lingjun, who was only six years old, couldn’t stand the smell of the sesame oil she applied to him in the end. She wanted to cry, but was afraid that her tears would wash the sesame oil everywhere, so she held it back.
As I grow older, my tears become easier to control, but my habit of wiping my face in winter remains.
Until now, after reading some books and surfing the Internet, Shen Lingjun concluded that he might have been a child with high needs in his childhood.
After hearing what he said, Liang Jian couldn’t help but want to laugh a little, “Did you cry when you were in kindergarten?”
“Crying.” Shen Lingjun thought for a while and said, “I can’t remember clearly. I didn’t like playing with other children in kindergarten. They snatched my blocks and puzzles. As soon as I cried, the teacher took me away.”
He was a little embarrassed, “Later I went to kindergarten, and the teacher took me along for such group activities, and showed others while playing. I was quite proud of it.”
Liang Ji’an thought that according to Shen Lingjun’s character, especially since there were no other close family members around him, no matter how much he cried, he would never cry like other children. Most likely, he would quietly hide in a deserted place and cry alone, for fear that others would find out and find him annoying.
The eyes of the person in the mirror were still red, and Liang Jian couldn’t help but leaned over and kissed his cheek, “The teacher must like Junjun very much.”
Shen Lingjun smiled a little sheepishly, “I think so. Teachers and the others will also tie different little red flowers for me.”
“Originally I kept them all well, but then I moved and couldn’t find them anymore.”
Shen Lingjun suddenly discovered that his memory was much better than expected. For example, every time kindergarten was over, the teacher would carry him to the school gate and give him to his mother. Sometimes his mother would get off work too late, and the teacher would play with him for a long time.
His nose began to feel sore again, and his tear ducts were like faucets. He quickly changed the subject and said: “Thinking about it now, the teacher must have liked me very much at that time, otherwise he would have thrown me aside long ago.”
Liang Ji’an said: “No one will dislike you.”
A very well-behaved, cute, kind and beautiful child.
Shen Lingjun looked at the two people in the mirror so intimately together, and couldn’t help but feel a little dazed, “How long are you going to kiss me?”
His cheeks were soft, but he was obviously thinner than before. Liang Jian finally reluctantly gave him a hard peck, “You have to have a good meal tonight.”
The lower abdomen under the palm is so flat that it even sinks inward.
Shen Lingjun put aside his hand, looked at him speechlessly and said, “Are you still planning to hold the spoon with one hand?”
“Let me tell you beforehand that I don’t know how to cook.”
During the years when Shen Lingjun lived alone, he was simply eating and fooling around in the world, not knowing how to do anything, and more importantly, having no money.
After eating the instant noodles, I have to break another piece of steamed bun into the soup. I eat one meal a day and then sleep the rest of the time.
With the past unbearable to look back on, Shen Lingjun called He Wen while walking to the kitchen, signaling Liang Ji’an to quickly call her aunt back from the old house.
After all, Liang Jian’s injury was on his hand, and it was inconvenient to eat or bathe. He could feed two mouthfuls while eating, so he should stay away from helping with bathing.
He Wen arrived equally quickly.
He thought he was unemployed during this period.
But he obviously didn’t have the mental quality as good as Meng Yang, and he didn’t even have any mental preparation. After entering the old house and walking all the way to the living room, what he saw was the young master who looked sallow and skinny and looked like he hadn’t eaten in five days, and Liang Jian, whose hands were bandaged tightly and there was gauze on his neck.
Although the two parties involved seemed very calm, to He Wen, this was no different than the sound of thunder on the ground.
Due to the professional ethics of the housekeeper, he should not take the initiative to ask about the master’s private affairs, but he was so worried that his expression became very complicated. In the end, Shen Lingjun came over and said to him pitifully, “Uncle, I haven’t eaten well in several days.”
He Wen immediately said: “I will do it now.”
Shen Lingjun followed him into the kitchen, then turned back to signal Liang Jian not to follow him. It was obvious that he had not yet fully accepted the idea of exposing their relationship to outsiders.
“Uncle, don’t worry.” Shen Lingjun explained: “It was just a small accident.”
He Wen sighed helplessly, “Young Master, I shouldn’t say anything.”
He skillfully dug out the ingredients such as Poria cocos, Gorgon seeds, lotus seeds and yam from the cabinet and planned to make the Sishen soup. Shen Lingjun had been hungry for too long and had a weak spleen and stomach, so he could not eat too much meat all of a sudden.
“A lot of things happened at home during this period.” After washing the ingredients, he went to the refrigerator to get vegetables. “But no matter what, you can’t get in trouble with your body.”
He Wendao: “Mr.’s condition during this period is not stable either.”
“I know this sounds a bit cheesy, but I have stayed in the Liang family for a long time, and I am barely familiar with your husband’s character. He is indeed different from ordinary people.”
Not only is happiness and anger intangible, it seems that there are no emotions or desires at all.
Shen Lingjun nodded in agreement. The Xindao housekeeper and the doctor were surprisingly consistent on this point. I don’t know if Liang Jian has ever seen a psychiatrist, but it is estimated that even if he has, it will not have any effect.
He was so hungry that he couldn’t stand it anymore. He touched a cookie and started to chew it. He smiled at He Wen and said, “It’s okay, I know.”
Not only did I know it, I was too frightened to think about it.
But even so, he would admit that he liked him.
[The author has something to say]
BOO BOO BOO BOO!
When Junjun was in kindergarten, she had a little sister’s head, a very cute baby [three-flowered cat head]